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Thursday, July 31, 2008

A Rock Star's Layover by Marguerite Arotin

Exiting the 747 after yet another exhausting flight, Sam’s knees buckled as she spied the drop-dead gorgeous hottie sitting across the aisle reading a copy of Rolling Stone Magazine. Nicky Criswell, oh my God! She hadn’t seen the lead singer/guitarist for the band Deadly Nightshade since her drunken indiscretion with him two years ago. He was an up-and-coming rock God then and she was a sex-starved groupie, but that one night they spent together still haunted her dreams. Nick’s molten eyes were all she saw when she masturbated in hotel bedrooms and airplane bathrooms. She only had one lover since then, but she didn’t want to think about how many lovers Nick had since that night.

Frowning, she grabbed her duffel bag, and was about to head to ladies room to change out of her uniform, when she heard a familiar, gruff voice call her name. “Beautiful Sammy Blair … Is it really you?”

She didn’t turn. God, how could she face him? She knew her brown curls were probably a wreck and she didn’t have a chance to fix her makeup in the last layover in Detroit. “I’m surprised you even remember me.”

One strong arm wrapped around her wrist, pulling her close against a rock hard body. Was he really clutching her ass in the middle of a crowded airport? His hot breath caressed her neck. Suddenly, she didn’t care if anyone was watching them. A tide of memories washed over her, making her knees buckle, straining her nipples, instantly making her panties wet.

“I missed you. I could never forget about that night.” He placed butterfly kisses down her neck.

It all felt so good. But she wasn’t about to let him get away with seducing her so easily this time.

She turned to face him, hands fisted on her hips, lips pursed, “Do you say that to all your groupies?”

He cocked a blonde brow, and then grinned, revealing those dimples and bright smile, which only served to raise her body temperature several notches. “You were more than a groupie to me. I had my eye on you while you danced in the front row. And then the way you marched right up to me in the VIP room … I never wanted any woman as much as I wanted you.”

She wrapped her arm around his neck and ran her fingers through the corn silk curls at the nape. “What about now? Do you still want me?”

He pulled her close, so close that the hardness of his crotch hit her pelvis. “What do you think, honey?” he whispered. “You have me so hard. No one else could do this to me in the middle of a crowded airport.”

A tingle shot through Sam’s heart. “Do you have to be anywhere anytime soon?”

“I have a three hour layover. How about you? Is my angel in a cute flight attendant uniform flying away soon?”

“Nope. I’m off for two days and as you know very well, Cleveland is my home.”

“Still have that condo in Lakewood?”

She knew it brazen, but she couldn’t resist running her fingers across the zipper of his jeans. “Think you can make it that long? My car’s in the parking garage and it has a huge back seat.”

He laughed. “Then what the fuck are waiting for?”

Hand in hand, they raced through the airport terminal and into the parking garage. She fumbled through her purse for the keys when Nick unbuttoned her uniform jacket. She thought she had died and gone to heaven when he toyed with the hard nipple through her blouse. Somehow, she managed to open the door to her black Chrysler and climbed into the back seat.

Nick’s hands were everywhere as he kissed her, gliding across her ass, lifting her skirt, removing her silken panties, rubbing her clit. “Damn it, you’re so wet.”

“Only you can get me like this,” she replied in a breathy tone. She reached for the zipper on his jeans and in a flash, stroked the tip of his cock, and then lowered her lips. She savored the salty taste of his flesh, until he moaned and grabbed her hair.

“Keep that up sweetheart and I won’t be able to control what I do next,” he warned. “I think I have a condom in my pocket, could you put it on for me?”

She reached for his jeans, but then bit her lower lip. “Were you planning on using that condom before you met me?”

He twirled one of her loose curls around his finger. “I saved it for you. Why do you think I made travel arrangements to fly into Hopkins on a three-hour layover? I wanted to see you again and hoped you’d be flying into this airport.”

“Oh, Nicky! God, I love you.”

“I love you too sweetie. Now will you please get that condom on me so I can show you how much I love you?”

Sam couldn’t stop smiling, not even as he glided into her, not even as he worked into a pulsating orgasm. And when he called out her name as he came, pure bliss washed over her.

Panting, she rested her head against his sweaty chest. Suddenly, a realization made the moment bittersweet. “How will we make this work? The two of us always in different cities … Is it possible?”

“How about we take things one day at time? And if you don’t have anything going on tonight …” He reached into jeans pockets and handed her two tickets. One was an airline ticket to Chicago, the other a front row ticket to the sold out show at Wrigley Field. “Would you like to come to Chicago with me?”

She kissed the cleft of his chin. “Only been to Chicago once in my travels, but I’d love to go again.”

About the Author: The multi-published author, Marguerite Arotin, has been writing since the third grade, but switched to writing the hot stuff after she met her hubby of fourteen years. Her real life hero not only taught her the fine points of pleasure, he taught her that true love does exist. Visit her at her website and myspace page.

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